Fadel’s POV

It was an anchor in the storm of our passion, her silent plea for more, her claim on me as I claimed her.

I drove into her with a brutal, unforgiving rhythm; each thrust was a powerful statement of ownership. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed in the bathroom, mingling with her breathless cries and my own guttural groans.

I watched her face, contorted in a mask of pleasure, her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing with the force of my movements. The sight was ...